The artist who dared

In the end, the lady did what she could only dream of doing – she reaches over to hold the frailed hands of her aged mother. Looking her in the eye, the middle-aged woman managed a weak ‘I love you’, one that was nonetheless filled with so much love. Unabashedly the woman looked up, glad that she gave her mother a fraction of the love given to her.

My little offering to the world

Time Under her Thumb

I watched as time passed me by, toiling hard in the office as I did so. I forgot my friends – the one I swore to stand by no matter how frightening the storms get. As time passed, so did their memory of a friend like me, because I always had a task prioritised over them.